And definitely no time for 1000 words. Left around 10:00 on Monday night after having been wrist-deep in pomegranates. Met or spoke with more of his family.
Happily exhausted yesterday; I started hitting the Cherry Coke at 9:24. Skipped Knit Night. Watched part of Greater Tuna until I got disgusted with the language and pitched the VHS into the trash. Watched Anastasia instead.
Knitted a lot. Am within two pattern repeats of beginning the heel flap on this sock. Have luscious black superwash wool to knit soft hats for the missionaries.
Noodled around on Family Search until I could not keep my eyes open One. Moment. Longer. Re-set the alarm for 6:00. [Have re-set it, again, for tomorrow morning.]
Skipped the gym, but the bag is packed for tonight or tomorrow morning or whenever. Need to sluice off and scoot on out the door.
Most of the office will be wearing Ranger red today. I was mildly tempted to buy a shirt, which I could have worn again on Friday as my costume for Halloween. You know, when we dress up as something we are not? Because we all know that I am not a sports fan.
Happy Wednesday, everybody, regardless of whom you are rooting for [or against].
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!